Sunday, November 25, 2018

Faith And Love Can Move Mountains

November 25, 2018

Good morning.  Yesterday was one of those days where I turned on my laptop to do some blog reading but then got side tracked.  I never did make it back to my laptop.  So this morning, the first thing I did was to read a couple of my favorite morning blogs. 

One of the posts that I read brought back some wonderful memories from the past.  I was born towards the end of the Great Depression, so I know a lot about growing up poor.  Amazing though, none of us kids back then even realized that we were poor.  Our folks all worked really hard to give us the best life they could. 

My Dad's hands made beautiful things out of wood, and my Mom could sew the most beautiful dresses and dolly clothes.  Somehow, Santa always found us on Christmas Eve.  So we had cardboard inside our shoes to cover up the holes in the soles, and we shopped for our clothes lots of time at the local rummage sales.  Life was still very good.

Actually, it was those rummage sales that gave me my love of books and reading and learning.  Before I could even read, my folks brought me home boxes and boxes of books that they got for free there.  Oh how I loved those books!

This all got me thinking about the day one of my daughters came home from college and asked me "Mom, how come you never told us kids how poor we really were?"  I wasn't quite sure how to answer her.  I think I said something like "Well if you never noticed, then I guess we weren't so poor after all." 

Faith and love.  That's how we do the things we do.  Helping each other is how we all make it through the tough times.  And especially now, with Christmas right around the corner, what if we all just reached out to help someone else?   It's such a good feeling when you put a smile on someone's face.  Even better, spread some of this Christmas feeling around throughout the year. 

Enough of my memories for today.  I have a new quick page for you.  This one has all the little snow
kids having a wonderful time playing in the snow.  Have fun with it.

Here is your download link:

Now I'm off to finish my blog reading.  So, till tomorrow, Y'all have a fantabulous day.

Hugs, Edna B.


Angelicastar said...

I do a lot of memory thinking myself. I grew up in early 50's and yes we were poor but no one could tell. My mom like your mom made all the pretty little dresses and on Christmas eve, sometime that night Santa Claus showed up with all our gifts. It was 7 of us and I am the youngest. All the clothes she didn't make was put in lay away, especially for each school year. We had food galore because we were on a farm and we had the milk, the real butter, pork meat, beef and chickens and all the fresh vegetables than anyone would need.. Our turkey was fresh from the yard on Thanksgiving day. My mom would put her turkeys or chickens in a coop alone when she need to prepare them for dinner. She called this cleaning them out. This was the good ole days. I tell my sister that I wish I could relive my childhood. I doesn't think there were as much stress then as it is today. Everybody these days are money hungry. I am still growing and canning my food from my garden. It cuts back on your grocery bill. If we could turn back times it would be a wonderful feeling. Have a great Sunday.

LV said...

I was born and raised in the depression days. I truly understand what you say. Take care. If I am not commenting as often, not feeling good and computer issues.

Kathy said...

Poor is a relative term. I am rich in so many ways and if a person with triple my income saw me, they would say I am poor. But there is so much more in life than material things. And I have all of the things that count: love, friends, family, enough food on the table, a roof over my head, warm clothes in the winter. I was born right around the time of the Korean Conflict so I did not live through the Depression, but my parents and grandparents did and they never left those values of using everything. I think that's why I get along so well today. I learned from them.

smiekeltje said...

I was so late yesterday with posting that i didn;t got to reading your blog, so here I am today. It seems you are also having some much colder weather at the moment. Perhaps it also is the fact, that we are older and perhaps that;s why we have more "trouble"with the cold. Just guessing, but it may be the case.
I think the gutter will help a lot for avoiding the icicles and slippery steps. Glad you have good help for those things in Cliff and joe and for other things Eddy.
Curious to know if the fluffy things of your plant will give a new plant. I really have no idea.
Good for you that you at least are ready with Christmas shopping. Now you will have to get rid of all the bags in your room, so wrapping time has arrived LOL!
Had to smile when I read about Blackie's new hiding place. Cats are kind of magiciens in finding special places.
Oh, lots of things came back into my memory when you told about your youth and the troubles our parents had to provide us with all needed. But as you said, somehow they managed to do so and without giving us the feeling we had very little or were poor. My parents also were so good in giving us all kind of things, like my father really handy with his hands, he loved working with wood. My mother, like yours, made a lot of our clothes, on the sewing machine(first the one you had to move the wheel by hand) or knitting.
And mama was a wonder with making meals out of nothing.
But they provided us with the most important things also, love and values. And I am always grateful towards them, they were great(although they passed away long ago now, I still miss them at times).
well, I think I might do a bit of designing now on the computer, after I hanged out my laudry that was turning in the washing machine.
And then the afternoon will soon be over and it will be time to make dinner(easy today, left overs from yesterday).
Have a lovely week, hopefully with a little warmer temperatures.sending big hugs